Woman remembers images of grasshoppers destroying Kansas homestead in 1876.
I am past 87 years old, but I can still see the images of grasshoppers as they descended.
My grandfather took a claim of 160 acres in south-central Kansas in 1875. He persuaded my father to move there and prove up on it. We traveled in a covered wagon, my parents and I, the eldest of four children.
The grasshoppers came like a snow storm. They were piled up nine or ten inches deep on the south side of everything. They ate everything in sight. It was summer, and they ate the leaves off the corn, the potato and tomato vines, and even the cottonwood trees looked like skeletons.
Mother put a sunbonnet on me and pinned it together in front to keep the grasshoppers from putting my eyes out when I went to school because they came down with such force.
Henrietta Cameron Parsons
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